Alle 2 pac Texte!!!!

Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Hold On Be Strong

Hold on... *lighter flicks up*
Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby *inhales*
It'll get better... *coughing*

Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet
It's all good, uhh

I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start
They couldn't tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me
The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy
I travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year
I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here
Never did like the police, let the whole world know
Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down
And facin me now, what do I do?
These thangs that a Thug goes through
And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong
It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on

Chorus: repeat 4X

Hold on, be strong, hold on
Be strong, hold on
When it's on it's on

There's, never a good day, cause in my hood they
let they AK's pump strays where the kids play
And every Halloween, check out the murder scene
Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen
My homies dyin 'fore they get to see they birthdays
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does
Does it matter if you blood or you cuz
Remember how it was, the picnics and the parties in the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single mother
I'm tryin to tell you when it's on
You gotta keep your head to the sky and be strong, most of all hold on

Chorus

Interlude:

Hold on, be strong
I know them ain't tears comin down your face
When it's on it's on but
Wipe your eyes
Hold on, be strong
In this world
When it's on it's on but
Only the strong survive y'know
Hold on, be strong
Hmm, I know it's hard out there
When it's on it's on but
Welfare
Hold on, be strong
AIDS, earthquakes
Cause when it's on it's on but
Muggings, carjackings
Hold on, and be strong
Yeah we got problems
Cause when it's on it's on but
But believe me when I tell you
Hold on, and be strong
Things always get better
Cause when it's on it's on but
God don't like ugly
Hold on, and be strong
And God don't like no quitters
Cause when it's on it's on but
You know what Billie Holiday said bay-bee
Hold on, and be strong
God bless the child that can hold his own
Cause when it's on it's on but
Y'know?
Hold on, and be strong
You got to stand strong
Cause when it's on it's on but
And when these bustas try to knock you out your place
Hold on, and be strong
You stand there to they face
Cause when it's on it's on but
Tell em hold on, and be strong
Hold on, and be strong
The game don't stop
Cause when it's on it's on but
Hmmm
Hold on, and be strong
This here is black main
Cause when it's on it's on but
If you don't never leave nothin, learn one thing
Hold on, and be strong
It don't stop, til the casket drop
Hold on
Thug, for Life... feel me?
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth
Stay strong, and stay ballin, hold on
I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic
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Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: I Wonder if Heaven Got a Ghetto

Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
I was raised, the little young toller Typ doin bad shit
Talk much shit cause I never had shit
I could remember being whupped in class
And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass
Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out
Broke out left me to be the man of the house
I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip
Makin G's was my mission
Movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller
First you didn't give a ****, but you're learnin now
If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
God damn it's a mother****in riot
Black people only hate police so don't try it
If you're not from the town then don't pass through
Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace till the niggaz get a piece too
I want G's so you label me a criminal
And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

Chorus
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)

[Verse Two - 2Pac]
Here on Earth, tell me what's a black life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the shit
Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit
Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more
It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more
When they ask me, when will the violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street
Niggaz had enough time to make a difference
Bear witness, own our own business
Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet
First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free
so we loot, please don't shoot when you see
I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me
Now the tables have turned around
You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down
And now Bush can't stop the hit
Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse
And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good
in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah
And for the first time evrybody let go
And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

Chorus
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)

[Verse Three - 2Pac]
I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it take to make this
one better place, let's erase the wait state
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight
And only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And though it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself
I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a ne-gro
Pull a trigger kill a toller Typ he's a hero
Mo' toller Typ mo' toller Typ mo' niggaz
I'd rather be dead than a po' toller Typ
Let the Lord judge the criminals
If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

Chorus (to :27 from fade)
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)


Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate
(Soldier in the house)
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X to fade)
 
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: I'm Gettin Money

Get money toller Typ. Yeah aw yeah.
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
that get up every mutha****in' morning
and put they work down.
I see you I see you boy.

[Verse 1 - Tupac]
I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block
li'l bad mutha****a with a pocket full of rocks
Learned to throw them thangs
get my skinny li'l ass kicked
Niggas laughed 'til the first mutha****a got blasted
I put the toller Typ in his casket
and now they covering the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular **** peelin' caps
tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O **** them hoes
Gotta 45 screamin' out survival
Hey toller Typ can I lay low
cook some ya-yo and holla five O when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen
I'm hittin' fences
cops on a toller Typ back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die
Tell mama don't cry cause even if they kill me
they can never take the life of a real G

[Chorus - Tupac]
I'm gettin' money (4x)

[Verse 2 - Tupac]
Still on parole and I'm the first toller Typ
servin' postin' liquor on the curb
for my homies that deserve it
If I wanna make a million
gotta stay ill and kinda cool around the way
I think today I make a killing
Dressed down like I'm dirty
but only on the block just a clever disguise
to keep ya runnin' from the cops
Gettin' high I think I die if I don't get no ends
In a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz
I hit the strip I let my music buck
drinking liquor and I'm looking for a bitch to ****
Rather die making money than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce I wish it was a kilo
I need money in a major way
try to **** my girl she gettin' paid today
I live Thug Life and let the money come to me
cause they can never take the game from a young G.

[Chorus - Tupac]
I'm gettin' money (4x)

[Verse 3 - Tupac]
Damned if I don't and damned if a toller Typ do
now watch a young mutha****a pull a trigger too
Craaze out and don't let them see ya cry
dry ya eyes young toller Typ time to Do or Die
I pack a pistol in my pocket
ready on my Glock
ain't no time for a toller Typ to even cock shit
I done seen a mutha****a peep pain
at point blank range cause he slept on the game
ain't a damn thing changed
They checking the time
snap rolling if you can't stand playin' betta hoe
Cause ain't no telling what ya might roll
you might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold
You better live ya life to the fullest
Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol
mutha****a better pull it
And even if they kill me they can never take the life of a young G.

Chorus 'till end
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Artist: 2Pac f/ Big Syke, Spice 1
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: I'm Losin It

Straight out the mother****ing bay
Here we go

[2Pac]
Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying
For a young mother****er trying to duck an early grave
In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes
Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies
Around the corner there's another toller Typ waiting to jack
He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot
Like a mother****ing thug disease
Craving beats like they mother****ing drugs to me, hey
What's up with bitches trying to screw me? Do me cause I did a movie
Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me
Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster
And with my glock I'm a plotting ass rotten mother****er, huh
Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya
Screaming Thug Life toller Typ when I do ya
I'm going crazy, getting dizzy
And then I suffacate a mother****ing breather bring me back
I'm telling ya I'm losing it

[Chorus]
Said I'm losing my mind
Losing my mind
[ X4 ]

[Big Syke]
I'm going crazy, niggas can't fade me
On the real I kill when I step to ya ****ing grill
So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked
I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets
I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed
I get the cash and dash and never learn to read
So **** a bitch **** a hoe and I let ya know
Because they come and go like the wind blows
What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up
You can take my life and I don't give a ****
Cause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast
Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose
Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics
Nobody knows what makes my mind click
Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?
Hell no it's just the Thug Life mentallity
I'm going crazy shit don't phase me
I'm living like a thug 'til six niggas carry me
Death is on the trigga so pull it
I can't take it no more, toller Typ, I'm losing it

[Chorus]

[Spice 1]
Shit was talking to me, my gat screamed fire
The bullet told me shoot that mother****er he's a lier
I talked to me 3-80 like a bitch on a stroll
When my niggas try to ????
toller Typ, I can't get ****ed in this game I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some niggas ass
I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer
He's one of my best friends bitch ass toller Typ eater
And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk
You know that old school bitch she like to get it funked
And spitting mother****ers by the seems
My grand daddy Mr. AR-15
By the evil mother****er
Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking
Told me to shut the **** up and let him do the talking
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang
I'm going nuts man
Shit was talking to me

[Chorus] to fade
 
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Let Them Thangs Go

Throw them thangs X3

The quicker the toller Typ can go on
The faster the toller Typ can get his dough on
Then I can hit my flow and get my ho on
Them niggas don't know what goes on
They trying to **** with all they clothes on
Then act up when all the hoes gone
Are you ready for my flow? hit me (Hoooooooo!) X3
Stop fronting mother****er let them thangs go
I'm quick to kill a toller Typ any toller Typ feel me toller Typ
You can't fade me I'm way to ****ing real toller Typ
2Pacalypse Now still down with the Underground
Niggas get clowned when I come around
Boom boom mother****er and it don't stop
**** a cop pass the glock and it won't stop
If ya ready for my flow hit me (Hoooooooo!) X3
Stop fronting mother****er let them thangs go
If ya wondering the thunder and the trouble
Is coming from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level
Hit me once ****ing D M and two times
Popping like two nines hitting 'em with new rhymes
I can make you love me
Best to chill with the toller Typ 'cause ya sure can't punch me
If ya feel me let me hear ya say (Rock that shit) X3
'Cause ain't a toller Typ alive that can stop the hit

[Spice1]
Hey, hold on young 'Pac
Mother****ers ain't riding no hookers out here
Punk mother****ers think the town
Ain't got handle bars on and shit
And ya lie to get slapped behind here
With a mother****ing motor, punk sissy
[2Pac]
Tell them mother****ing square ass niggas
Check this out
Y'all fonna come up off those mother****ing thangs
'Cause I ain't fonna be up in sweating for nothing
Ya little punk square toller Typ

I'm quick to spit the shit get ya open
Straight outta Oakland
**** the law get ya jaw broken
Ba ba ba bang bang toller Typ it's a stick up dee
Turn the kick up I'm ready to rip the shit up G
They got me hype hype hyper, am I hype enough?
Pass the blunt mother****er let me light shit up
And pump ya fist like this
'Cause the cops can't flip on a whole damn clique
So suck dick
What they hitting 'fo? Double up toller Typ it's on
The type of toller Typ that likes to bone with the lights on
If ya ready for a toller Typ hit me (Hooooooo!) X3
Stop fronting mother****er let them thangs go
Yes some of you niggas are bitches too
Little square mother****ers trying to get to who?
Pop pop never made it to ya punk ass clique
Talk shit now ya gotta get ya punk ass whipped
For the bitches that be trying to work a toller Typ
For the tramps that be trying to jerk a toller Typ
For the rollers that be trying to urk a toller Typ
I'ma hustle and you punks can't hurt me toller Typ
If ya ready for a toller Typ hit me (Hooooooo!) X3
Stop fronting mother****er let them thangs go
uh, uh, yeah
Let them thangs go
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Artist: 2Pac f/ Richie Rich
Album: R U Still Down? Remember Me
Song: Lie To Kick It

(If she didn't wanna **** then she never would've called you) Repeated
Yeah I dedicate this to my toller Typ Mike Tyson.
It's all good.

[Chorus]
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a toller Typ's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a toller Typ's riches


[Verse 1 - Richie Rich]
Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't
do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You's a baller lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you'd probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain't got to lie to kick it.

[Chorus] 4x
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a toller Typ's riches

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
You ain't got to lie to kick it
y'all don't hear me
I got these niggas yackin' in my face
about some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
that's what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the ****ing phony
I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don't know me
Hey it's gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed in a casket
Rippin' the shit like it's my mutha****ing last hit
Hey they wonder why a toller Typ's nothin' nice
and everytime I bust a nut I **** for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a toller Typ's riches (**** that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick
and got a toller Typ screamin' **** That Bitch!

[Chorus] 4x
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a toller Typ's riches

[Verse 3: 2Pac & Rich]
Well if a bitch'll be a bitch
Then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my toller Typ Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues
Stay the **** up out of mine
and I'll stay out of yours
It's a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin' **** yo' man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin' I was jocking
Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin'
and if it ain't about a buck I gives a ****
it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a toller Typ stuck
so what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)
Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
Cause bitches love to catch a toller Typ when they slipping

Chorus 'till end
 
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Nothin But Love

Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya
Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed
Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be
Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank
Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
Shooting craps in the alley til they chased us off
Pour a little for my homies but don't waste it all
Oooohweee, who popped that coochie best?
On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
Having house parties in a crowded spot
And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot
Everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come
Lookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to hump
Straight grindin, everybody havin fun
And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun
Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over
He had to act a fool now the party's over
Gun shots rang like it's thunder
And everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number
Says she got a man but she's lying
Why? I seen her talking to this other guy and..
he's a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him
I ain't trippin I just hope he get em, I got nuttin but love

*chorus*
[singers] Ain't got nuttin but love for ya
[2Pac] I'm down for yours, nuttin but love
(repeat 4X)

I love to go back, to the block I got my game from
Cause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkin
He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin
But I can't diss him he's my elder
He been livin here longer what that tell ya?
And little girls playin double dutch
Still blush, cause she don't get in trouble much
It's uhh, ponytails and barrettes
I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
And little boys playin stick ball, quick y'all
Get out the street before they hit y'all
And as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss
And wonder how we came to this
I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free
I can't take what she offers me
And this is how the world could be
This is how the world should be
Feels good to be back on the streets
Cause I know they got love for me, nuttin but love

*chorus*

When I was young I used to want to be a dealer see
Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me
I saw our brothers getting rich slangin crack to folks
And the square's getting big for these sack of dope
Started thinking bout a plan to get paid myself
So I made myself, raised myself
Til the dealer on the block told me, "That ain't cool
You ain't meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool"
I got my game about women from a prostitute
And way back used to rap on the block for loot
I tryed to make my way legit, haha
But it was hard, cause rhymes don't pay the rent
And uhh, it was funny how I copped out
I couldn't make it in school, so finally I dropped out
My family on welfare
I'm steady thinking, since don't nobody else care
I'm out here on my own
At least in jail I have a meal and I wouldn't be alone
I'm feelin like a waste, tears rollin down my face
Cause my life is filled with hate
Until I looked around me
I saw nothing but family, straight up down for me
Panthers, Pimps, Pushers and Thugs
Hey yo, that's my family tree, I got nuttin but love

*chorus repeats for a while w/o 2Pac*
Oaktown -- [singers] ain't got nuttin but love for ya
ain't got nuttin but love for ya (repeats to fade)
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Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Nothing To Lose

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen
the poverty bothers me but mama's workin wonders in the kitchen
Listen I can hear her cryin in the bedroom
Prayin for money we never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong, for wishin I was somewhere else
I'm thirteen can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me
wish he would've helped me too much like him
So my mama don't love me
On my own at a early age gettin' paid
And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid
Where did I go astray I'm hangin in the back streets
Running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing to lose
Everybody gotta die say good-bye to the bad guy
That one you ****ed when you passed by
Buck buck from a Glock tempured glass fly
Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes
And you'd be crazy too
with nothing to lose

[Chorus]
I got nothing to lose
(that's why I got gang related)
got nothing to lose 5x
nothing to lose

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection
From the barrel of the Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen' here we go again
Ain't nothing seperatin us from a mack 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustla, older
A straight soldier buckin at them bustas
No matter how you try niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate then we multiply
See me strikin down the block hittin' co'ners
Mobbin' like a mutha****a livin' like I wanna
Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights
I'm sideways, Thug Life mutha****a criiime pays
Let the cops put they lights on
Chase me toller Typ - zig-zaggin' through the freeway
Race me toller Typ - in a high speed chase with the law
The realest mutha****a that you ever saw
I'm livin' raw 'till they bury me don't worry me
I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die
And you could walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy too
with nothin to lose

[Chorus]
I got nothing to lose
(that's why I got gang related)
got nothing to lose 5x
nothing to lose

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
And everyday there's a million black bodies put away
I'm startin' to lose hope
It seems everybody's on dope
Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo, creepin' out the window
Alone on my own I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household
I'm out cold on the streets screamin' "mutha**** peace"
I got nothin to lose and something to prove
What do I do live Thug Life toller Typ stay true
I wonder when they kill me
Is there a Heaven for a real G
Lord forgive me if you feel me
Cause all my life I was dirt broke
With no hope lil skinny mutha****a wantin' dough
I hated cuttin suckers with my razor blade
But everyday it's a struggle to get major paid
Anyway it's so hard on a toller Typ in this city
No pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' time
If you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too
With nothing to lose

[Chorus]
I got nothing to lose
(that's why I got gang related)
got nothing to lose 5x
nothing to lose

[Outro]
It was a what type toller Typ be a Thug Life toller Typ
We be the craziest...Mutha****a!
You know!
It was a what type toller Typ be a Thug Life toller Typ
We be the craziest!
 
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Only Fear of Death

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyo
Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever
Tell me, which one?

They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind
Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry
Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord
but he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty
Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless -- I'm chokin off
marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin focus
Fallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die?
Forever paranoid and nervous because I'm high
Don't mention funerals I'm stressin, and goin nutty
And reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy
I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny
Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money
Where am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save me
My next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers
Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn'ta did it
Everybody's dyin am I next, who can I trust?
Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust?
Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin, two to the head
while I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets
Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious
of this bitch the line busy everytime I call her
Now she's tellin me to visit, who else is home?
I check the house before I bone, so we all alone
After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later
To all the players watch the fly way a toller Typ played her
The bitch is tellin all her homies -- that I can **** her
like no other now them other bitches wanna bone me
I'm under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me
I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy
I see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast
I watch the five-oh's roll, the mother****ers pass
by me like they know me, smilin as they laugh
I put up my middle finger then I dash
Niggaz don't like me cause I'm Thuggin, and every day
I'm a hustler lookin to get paid

They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- no need to lie
I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry
Nowhere to rest I'm losin homies, ain't that a bitch
When I was rich I had clout, now a toller Typ's lonely
I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer
I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?
Then tell me am I lost cause I'm lonely
I thought I had friends but in the end a toller Typ dies lonely
Nowhere to run I'm in terror, and no one cares
A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there
Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways
But still that don't promise me the next day
So I stay Thuggin with a passion, forever blastin
I'm bustin on these mother****ers in my madness
They wonder if I'm hellbound... well Hell
can't be worse than this, cause I'm in Hell now
Don't make me hurt you I don't want to, but I will
See mother****ers killed over green bills
Never will I die, I'll be back
Reincarnated as a mother****in mack
I love it cause in heaven there's no shortage on G's
I'm tellin you now, you mother****ers don't know me

"Only fear of death.." "You ghetto niggaz"
"Only fear of death is comin back reincarnated"
(repeats continously w/ variations)

Hahaha, I ain't scared to die
I ain't scared to die
To my homies in heaven

I ain't scared to die
Do you wanna live forever?
Are you scared, to die?
Or will you scream, when you fry?

I don't fear death
My only fear of death is comin back, reincarnated
This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P.
And Big Kill, R.I.P.
And all you other O.G.'s, who go down
I don't fear death
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Open Fire

"Alright now, here we go"

[Verse One - 2Pac]
Tell me, how many real mother****ers feel me?
I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous mother****ers kill me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 1-65 and stayin high til I die, my competion's zero
Cause I could give a **** about you, so better duck
Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up, I give a ****
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've been ready to die, since I was born
I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I'm gettin sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up
And recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire

"Alright now, here we go"

[Verse Two - 2Pac]
These mother****ers on my ass I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot
We in the hood, how the **** they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beatch!
I be a hustler till it's over, mother****er
Open fire on you bustas

"Alright now, here we go"

[Verse Three - 2Pac]
Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my ****in bills, so I'm transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my toller Typ, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me runnin from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doin ninety, ahhhh shit!
Them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my ****in tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!

Hahahaha, Thug Life!
 
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

R U Still Down (repeat 3X)

[Verse One - 2Pac]
Now up and at em it's on
I was raised to be strong
And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born
I came up, out the gutter never changed my style
Got for real about my papers cause the game was wild
And the fame was a plot to try to change me
And what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came
Now the whole world is callin me a killer
All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real
All the time I was ballin, never heard my friends callin
Couldn't stop myself from fallin, I'm all in
Shit's gettin sleazy, believe me
Best to take what ya need, but don't be greedy
Cause in my mind I see sunshine,
I thought I didn't have to run, now I'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'One-Time'
Take your time to feel my record, and if you did
chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it
My young homies stay strong
I wonder if they'll listen to a toller Typ when he gone, R U Still Down?

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Raise em up... R U Still Down?
(repeat 5X)

[Verse Two - 2Pac]
I'm gettin high, so a toller Typ think he touch the sky
Turn tough inside, in the rush to die
Livin life as a Thug time to face the truth
What's goin on with the wasted youth, please God
come and save me (save me), had to work with what ya gave me
And got a toller Typ goin crazy
I can't read the signs, I'm blind, but a toller Typ know
he need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be
Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me
and my niggaz on the streets, man listen
Cause these ain't the old days
Ain't no way I'ma bustin my ass and gettin no pay
It seems I can't find my focus, and homey I ain't paranoid
I seen the future and it's hopeless
Lord knows, it's hard on a young scrub
It seems I had less problems when I slung drugs
But since I'm tryin lace niggaz with the game
wanna see me locked in chains, tryin to dirty up my name
And them same mother****ers that was callin me
Will be the first to turn their backs, when I'm fallin, see
I should have seen it from the jump, but now it's clear
This one toller Typ got the town in fear, but R U Still Down

Chorus

[Verse Three - 2Pac]
I wrote this for my critics and my, enemies
Last year ya used to love me, huh REMEMBER ME
Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin to get me stuck in the mix
I'm stayin sharp, got no time for them tricks
And now they wonder if I'm goin to jail
Just as well, cause my life on the streets - a livin Hell
And I can't sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy Lord
Come get me 'fore they hurt me
Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me
My daddy left me alone, and so I'm angry
I never did nothin wrong, my mama told me "Baby it's on"
And now I'm hustlin and bustlin bones
Never said it came easy
I'm makin cheese, buyin all the things on TV and gettin skeezed
Wish my homeboys could see me now
Little bad mother****er runnin wild through the town
Please tell me, R U Still Down?

R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 2X)
R U Still Down, to raise em up?

R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 3X)
R U Still Down, to raise em up?

R U Still Down, to raise em up? Remember me (repeat 3X)
R U Still Down, to raise em up?

That's right y'all, give them bitches the mother****in middle finger
RAISSSSE em up
These hoes can't fade me, don't these bitches know we crazy?
Thug Life, niggaz, be, the sickest
You feel me? Now get that shit written down
God damn!
Took four years and a mother****in case for these mother****ers to feel me
Ain't that a bitch?

R U Still mother****ing down?
Old hoe ass fake ass niggaz
We out this mother****er
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac f/ Big Syke
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Ready 4 Whatever

(Rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type toller Typ be a Thug Life toller Typ?
Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest -- run up toller Typ!)

[2Pac]
There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under
Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin, "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just another victim?
Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every bullet spit when I kick em
Niggaz die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a mother****in ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon

(Yeah, niggaz movin somethin in the nine-trey
It's all about makin money, gettin yours
And knockin coppers off the mother****in planet
Word to the mother****in nine toller Typ
We gonna make this mother****er ours
If they don't feel me, they gon kill me
So Syke, get skanless toller Typ)

[Big Syke]
Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw)
After all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me
That's the way that daddy raised me
Oh God, help me I'm losin it
So **** it! Take me I'm doin it!
I need to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred round clip to my AK
Commitin sins I might die in vain
So **** it! We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help a young brother (hear me)
Til then I'ma smoke mother****ers
Things wouldn't be so bad
if we got the things that we never had, I'm ready for whatever

(Hahahahaha, that's my mother****in toller Typ there
Big ballin-ass Syke
Yeah toller Typ, you schooled them young bustas
on how it is to be a real mother****in G
In the nine-trey mother****ers is dyin daily so you best be packin
If you ain't, boo-yaow mother****er!)

[2Pac]
Dear mama I know you worry cause I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it cause I can't take it got me livin in Hell
Like I'm walkin with a secret that'll kill me if I tell
I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my fo'-five
And let the devil feel the wrath of a toller Typ
Goin to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's starin
Got a toller Typ losin hair and they wonder if I'm all there
Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers
when niggaz gettin richer (mo' money)
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
Niggaz dyin so be ready for whatever

(Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
Thug Life niggaz and we be ready for whatever
Let me go like this, ready for whatever
Huh, Big Syke he be ready for whatever
My toller Typ Kato, ready for whatever
Pain, he's ready for whatever
And my toller Typ Bam Bam, he ready for whatever
My toller Typ Banks just be ready for whatever
Modu, he's ready for whatever
Big Serg, we ready for whatever
Charlie Tango, ready for whatever
My toller Typ Pac, be ready for whatever
Yeah, ready for whatever
Ready for whatever
My big-ballin ass toller Typ Boom, ready for whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you know!
This how the player's do it
I know you standin there confused
You wonderin -- what type of toller Typ is a Thug Life toller Typ?
Yeahehehehe toller Typ, we be the ballin player-ass toller Typ
About gettin riches, bitches, and plenty loc
Ya hear me?)

Ready for whatever
 
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Redemption

Hahahahaha!
(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)
Once again! Hahaha!
Once again! Hahaha!
(Thug Life bitch)
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me!
(Goin out like that)
Hahahaha!
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
[2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz
(Thug Life bitch)
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! Hahahaha
(Goin out like that)
Once again! Hahaha!
Once again! Hahaha!
(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)
[2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch*
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
Once again! Hahaha!
(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)
(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me!
Once again! Hahaha!
[2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch* (repeats in background)
Once again! Hahaha!
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me!

[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! Hahahaha
[2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch*
(Thug Life bitch, goin out like that)
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down (remember me)
Song: Thug Style

[Intro]
**** 2Pac that toller Typ ain't shit
that toller Typ ain't from muh****in' New York
That toller Typ be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo toller Typ man **** Pac that toller Typ West Coast
that ****er that always with them New York niggas
seen them with that toller Typ man that toller Typ ain't from the West Coast
Man **** Pac **** that toller Typ that toller Typ ain't really down
rapin' ass toller Typ I didn't do it **** it with that toller Typ
**** that toller Typ man **** that toller Typ let that toller Typ go to jail right
and **** that toller Typ **** that toller Typ **** you too toller Typ

[2Pac (overlapping)]
I'm in this mutha****a
I guess these mutha****as tryin' to take me out the business right
I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York
and I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?
**** e'rybody

Heh heh heh...
Thug style out this mutha****a niggas throw ya hands in the air
If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop
I want mutha****ing police trying to pull niggas over on this one
We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G
We ain't dead yet, feel me!!

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
I got my Hennesy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm getting high off buddha
'Cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough
you never find me broke
and who meee a toller Typ livin' life like a G
in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep living in these wicked times
peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat
You can holler if you want to pleeease
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee
enemies and my range is on
you're in the danger zone
my ****in' game is strong, Hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
from hustling and busting them rhymes
to my niggas up in Quentin
Down on Riker's Isle stay rile
But a toller Typ gotta use his styles
These,

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Niggas don't know my style
quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style
These,
Niggas don't know my style
quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
it's like they stuck
from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time
my mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
only me inside the cell
Straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside
will 'em away in the morning
Only the strong survive
I cry but in my own way
Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide
from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace)
cemetary full of brothers I buried
It's going down even now I wonder
will I still be around my hometown is the gutter
I was born a wild came up out this dust
with my heartless style
These,

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Niggas don't know my style
quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style
These,
Niggas don't know my style
quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin'
to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits
and even though I had habit makin' words rhyme
I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
and Pete and Lee young G's
with a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers
who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking
No school straight hookin'
and tryin' to get with light skinned
cause she good looking
And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying
call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch)
I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot
'cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
had to move to the West to regain my style
These,

Chorus 'til end with ad libs
 
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: When I Get Free II

Ay Trusty Trusty, what you want man?
Aww toller Typ let me get one of them ciggarettes, damn!
Shit, come on bastard, get the phone for a toller Typ
Use the phone, aww toller Typ get the phone for me man
What's the number? 323-6545, tell her it's Pac

Chorus: repeat 2X

When I get free, mother****ers better watch they ass
Soon as I get released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me

I heard a snicker a laugh, I take a look at the evening news
And see a toller Typ gettin cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up, tryin to keep me out the game, stuck
These mother****ers tryin to dirty up my name, but
I slip as quick as the wind, it's me again, **** friends
My foes be on a mission, tryin to do me in
**** em I'm out to get out, they all thought
I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off
Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick?
And be the first ones to snitch to arrest me bitch
Maintain with a toller Typ meal ticket only if you with the real
The toller Typ will kick it, I'll enforce it with the steel
These are lessons that I learned in jail
Rule one: **** a busta he can burn in Hell
Now I'm workin with connects that I got in the pen
In no time I'll be clockin again

Chorus

Heyyy, still sittin in my cell as I dwell on my past
Tryin to figure how a toller Typ turned dreams into cash
Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side
My cellmate's suicidal cause his mother died
And my C.O. is a lady, and I'm thinkin maybe
me and her can hook up a scheme, to be Swayze
Cause she keep on callin me baby, to a young
mother****er facin eighty that's enough to make me crazy
Now how long will it take, to get a hook
Got her watchin me liftin weights, sneakin looks
I devised a plan, I'm in the trunk while she drives
but man, ain't no disguise I'ma die as a man
If we make it then I'm takin it to Hell
all them niggaz that was frontin while I sat up in a cell
Locked in jail, I couldn't touch her so I planned, in misery
The toller Typ you don't wanna see

Chorus 3X

When I get free, believe that shit
Yeah toller Typ **** your cigarette, **** that phone call mother****er
I'll be out this mother****er in a few days
I'll pay these bitches back in spades
Punk ass bastards, long as my AK flexes
we gonna play these bitches
That's how we do this shit
**** that I'm out, C.O. turn the ****in lights out!
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: When I Get Free

Intro:

M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three

Hi baby.
Whassup honey?
Hey you know it's just only one more week until family visit.
Yeah I'ma rock them drawers.
A-heh.
Yeah but you know did you take care of that bidness I asked you to do?
I made those deposits.
Okay that's cool you bring that shit?
Yeah I got it.
Awright see that guard over there?
Mmm-hmm.
When you get done just hand him the shit, he know whassup.
Awright. Hey you know E just got cracked, he's in jail now.
What?
Yeah, Go-Go's out. I just saw him runnin around the other day.
Ahh, **** that fool. But anyway, what's happenin with my moms?
She gave me a message for you:
She said she's sorry she couldn't be here today, but she'll be here next week.
Awright well check this out, I got somethin real important
I want you to tell her
[guard] C'mon c'mon this shit's over with.
*commotion breaks out*
[girl] I'm not done talking to him!
[guard] C'mon boy, back to your cell.
Shut that shit up bitch! He's outta here, c'mon.
[guy] Don't be callin my woman no bitch! I'll **** you up!
[guard] Yeah yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that's what they all say fool.
You institutionalized, and this is your home...

Guess who's back, and ready to knock off a cop or two
Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penetentiary don't stop a toller Typ cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin more money on the street from here in a cell
I'm livin proper, the coppers is havin fits
I just made the profit, you punks ain't stoppin shit
I still remember my momma told me
Find the cop who killed your brother
send him to Hell lookin homely
Cause a real toller Typ love the law
What's raw is a toller Typ that's above the law
Keep pressin your luck and get ****ed, huh
Think a toller Typ don't know whassup cause he's locked up
But in the meantime, it's get swoll get clean time
Concentrate on gettin green time
And as the years go by, they forgot
about the small time soldier from the block, huh
To kill the crook they threw the book at me
Don't worry be nappy, don't even look happy
Put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts
Did push-ups until I swoll up
And then they offer me a furlough
But what they don't know as soon as I get free I'm killin five mo'
They asked me if I changed much
I told em 'Yeah' even though I'm still the same nut
They started askin my questions about my brother
And makin remarks about my mother, hmm
Wait a minute, hold up
Makin jokes about my folks'll get yours blown up
They sent me back to the hole for what I told em
I guess he didn't believe me, so I showed him
He went home to find a tragedy
toller Typ, that's what you get for tryin to badger me
And anybody else that wanna sweat me
I'm already in jail so you punks can't get me
You better pray they never see me
Cause if they let me free, prepare for trouble on the streets.
When I get free

Chorus: When I get free (3X)

Chorus
 
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Where Do We Go From Here (interlude)

Power.. pow.. power...

Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go
It's ninety-fo', what's next?

Power.. enter my world

I guess this year gonna be a mother****er for real niggaz
I swear these playa haters done got a taste of power
It ain't all good in the hood
Least not on my side, from where I stand
And the law? Man, **** the law!
Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continue to outsmart
the mother****in law, in every way
Key word in ninety-four is 'down low'
Gots to be struggling
I see how the rich got theirs
toller Typ I'm legit, shit
Where do we go from here?
(Who's afraid, of the punk police?
To my niggaz run the streets, **** peace) --> repeat in background
Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at?
See mother****ers killin babies, killin mommas
Killin kids, puttin this in they mother****in mark
Now what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our race
before he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?
These crazy mother****ers got toys with guns
Jails for guns, but still, no god damn jobs
And they wonder why we loc'n up
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?
*singers singing variations of 'Where do we go from here'*
All you niggaz out there
The clouds shook, the world listened
We stood together in April of ninety-two
With duty, and a sense of honor
There is no limit to what WE can achieve
That's all on us... us...
Not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemies
or none of them mother****ers, US
What can WE do? Shit
I declare a death sentence to all child molestors
Fake-ass bitches, male and female
And all you punk-ass snitches
We can do without your asshole
Let no man break, what we set
Where do we go from here?

Rest in peace, to Kato, I miss you
All the other real G's that passed away in ninety-three
In ninety-four, and more
What do we do? For us?
 
Artist: 2Pac + Outlawz
Album: Still I Rise
Song: As the World Turns

[2Pac]
As the world turns..
As the world turns my niggaz grow and grow and grow
and get dough and roll and ride
Niggaz die and mommas cry
Niggaz got alibis and suicides and homicides
and three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change
And niggaz fame, as the world turns..

Though I walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me
Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies
You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet
Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted
and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains
Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change
if we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper
Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside
We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded
Time will soon show, a thought can last for years
Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears
like last year, niggaz stuck in the past, and it's clear
Just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B
Killin bustaz is my mother****in job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin
My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns...

Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)

(Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns
My niggaz grow and grow and grow
and gettin dough and dough and dough
from this state to that state
from this cell to that cell, as the world turns)

As the world keeps turnin round and round
It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin

[Young Noble]
As the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview
It's a war goin on, and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin, "Watch em they'll kill you"
Sippin Thug Passion, scrub actin like he feel you
Steady plottin, ready or not; Outlawz lost
but not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton
A spitter of the hotness, long timeness
So like six I ain't never been rich
I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house
She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww

[Napoleon]
Another lonely toller Typ with a 12-gage pump
with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, **** these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf
I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug toller Typ
Kadafi betta unslug this toller Typ, Seike betta undrug this toller Typ
Out of the buildin we street children with no souls
Our hearts gon' stay cold, the war gon' stay on
We serve em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec
Hit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to
Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over
Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober
toller Typ talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie
Worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot
Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got
As the world turns..

Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)

(And my niggaz roll and ride, hahaha
Niggaz gettin swoll out
And it don't stop and it don't quit
That real shit! As the world turns..
Niggaz die for
How many you niggaz try for this? As the world turns
Murderin methods.. haha OUTLAW!)

As the world keeps turnin round and round
It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin
As the world keeps turnin round and round
It's gon' be goin round as the world turns..

[EDI]
Only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions
And acquired the desired status of boss livin
We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish
Payin our dues with bloodshed, ain't shit y'all could tell us
Fellas - mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now
Two worlds collidin armies ridin soldiers, gone wild
Sometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth
I soug
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Artist: 2Pac + Outlawz
Album: Still I Rise
Song: Baby Don't Cry (Keep Ya Head Up II)

[2Pac]
I feel you {uhh} .. (baby don't)
but you can't, you can't give up
{Hey.. 2Pac what?}

[2Pac]
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up}

[2Pac]
Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams
So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me,
"What would you do if it was you?"
Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through
I tried to trade places in the tragedy
I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me
For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me
Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me
Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief
Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go
No! You got to find a way to survive
cause they win when your soul dies

[2Pac]
Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry

[Edi]
Uhh
Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change
I ain't no hater but that toller Typ lost in the game
After the bright lights and big thangs
he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle
Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo')
and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho'
Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn)
Another wild-ass toller Typ that's gon' drive you crazy
You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you,
cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right)
Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated
A new millennium dime piece, so fine she
got em all stuck standin still when she come through
Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you
And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me
gon' give you everything you need, feel me?
{Don't cry-ahhhhh..}

[2Pac]
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh}
Baby don't cry

[Young Noble]
I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump
Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man
Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful
Lost and turned out, what you let that toller Typ do to you? (Damn)
I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me
Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me
We was kids, now she got three kids
They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is
Seen him last night, homey roll a E-class
Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad
I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through
But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah)
I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife
Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life
Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure
Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY}

[2Pac]
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no..}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh}
Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up}
{keep your head up, never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry

[Young Noble]
Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright}
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry

[2Pac]
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry

[Edi]
For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin}
Baby don't cry
Got to keep your head up {keep your head up}
Makaveli the Don {head up} aight?
 
Artist: 2Pac + Outlawz
Album: Still I Rise
Song: Black Jesuz

[2Pac]
Searching for Black Jesus
Oh yeah, sportin jewels and shit, yaknahmean?
(Black Jesus; you can be Christian
Baptist, Jehovah Witness)
Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt
(Islamic, won't matter to me
I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day)
Young Kadafi in this bitch, set it off toller Typ..
What?

[Kadafi]
I do my shootin's on a knob, prayin to God for my squad
Stuck in a nightmare, hopin he might care
Though times is hard, up against all odds, I play my cards
like I'm jailin, shots hittin up my spot like midnight rains hailin
Got me bailin to stacks more green; Gods ain't tryin to be trapped
on no block slangin no rocks like bean pies
Brainstorm on the beginnin
Wonder how shit like the Qu'ran and the Bible was written
What is religion?
Gods words all cursed like crack
Shai-tan's way of gettin us back
Or just another one of my Black JesuS traps

[Storm]
Who's got the heart to stand beside me?
I feel my enemies creepin up in silence
Dark prayer, scream violence - demons all around me
Can't even bend my knees just a lost cloud; Black Jesus
give me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell
Cause I swear, they tryin to break my well
I'm on the edge lookin down at this volatile pit
Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus

[Tupac]
All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus, hahahahaha
He's like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus

[Young Noble]
Outlawz we got our own race, culture, religion
Rebellin against the system, commence to lynchin
The President ain't even listenin to the pain of the youth
We make music for eternity, forever the truth
Political prisoner, the two choices that they givin us
Ride or die, for life they sentence us
Oh Black Jesus, please watch over my brother Shawn
Soon as the sky get bright, it's just another storm
Brothers gone, now labeled a statistic
Ain't no love for us ghetto kids, they call us nigglets
History repeats itself, nuttin new
In school I knew, e'rything I read wasn't true
Black Jesus

[Tupac]
To this click I'm dedicated, criminal orientated
An Outlaw initiated, blazed and faded
Made for terror, major league niggaz pray together
Bitches in they grave while my real niggaz play together
We die clutchin glasses, filled with liquor bomblastic
Creamated, last wishes toller Typ smoke my ashes
High sigh why die wishin, hopin for possibilities
I'll mob on, why they copy me sloppily
Cops patrol projects, hatin the people livin in them
I was born an inmate, waitin to escape the prison
Went to church but don't understand it, they underhanded
God gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous
Blast till they holy high; baptize they evil minds
Wise, no longer blinded, watch me shine trick
Which one of y'all wanna feel the degrees?
Bitches freeze facin Black Jesus

[Tupac]
All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus

[Kastro]
Some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon' fail
And it ain't hard to tell, we dwell in hell
Trapped, black, scarred and barred
Searching for truth, where it's hard to find God
I play the Pied Piper, and to this Thug Life, I'm a lifer
Proceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripes
My Black Jesus, walk through this valley with me
Where we, so used to hard times and casualties
Indeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets
And haven't eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me
And all the young thugs, raised on drugs and guns
Blazed out and numb, slaves to this slums
This ain't livin... Jesus

{*singers repeat in background 3X*}
We believed in you
Everything you do
Just wanna let you know, how we feel
Black Jesus!

Searchin for Black Jesus
It's hard, it'
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Artist: 2Pac + Outlawz
Album: Still I Rise
Song: Hell 4 a Hustler

[2Pac]
Get on yo' knees toller Typ
Get on yo' knees and pray

Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest
Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
I'm makin money moves manditory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin
til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin my gun, homeboy the mother****in villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, toller Typ miss me, why plant seeds
in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me
Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me
I'm bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
a man of military means in my artillery
Watchin over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul?
Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no
I got MINE, **** THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us

Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2X*

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler

[EDI]
Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real toller Typ fo' sho', out in the cold for dough
What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin, you soft niggaz is outta here
In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here

[Young Noble]
Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make
Every jail I break, every mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin charges, toller Typ **** the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo'
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a toller Typ sell words
for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as **** son
Dyin luck none supply us with much guns
I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

Chorus

[2Pac]
No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn
Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em
Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, toller Typ watch for bustaz
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler

Chorus

[2Pac]
This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin with my mother****in guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die
This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin with my mother****in guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild
until they all die, Outlaw
Yes (change my ways) yes
The Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary
Only God can save us
Nuttin but boss players
Outlawz and thugs
 
rtist: 2Pac + Outlawz
Album: Still I Rise
Song: Letter to the President

Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin?
I'm writin you because, shit is still real ****ed up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected
Ain't nothin changed
All the promises you made, before you got elected..
.. they ain't came true

[2Pac]
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
(Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!)
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops..

Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches
Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin
**** the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, toller Typ what you smokin on ?
Figure if we high they can train us
but then America ****ed up and blamed us
I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't know, I let my pump go
I ride for Mutulu like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
(What should I do?)
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

[EDI]
Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless
and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship
Launch it, leave a toller Typ flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work
On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same toller Typ
Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'****ers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
But you keep, tellin us, that it is
while your mother****in troops keep killin our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, mother****er

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

[Kastro]
Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a toller Typ you fear, bring the beast to his knees
and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President

Shit is still ****ed up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
and it ain't gon' get better

[2Pac]
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up..

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly
I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug toller Typ
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin
How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
is a toller Typ on the tightrope, screamin let him die
Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood
Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

[Mussolini]
Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low?
Y'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'?
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
Day after day, and night after night
Battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin
Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President
Hehe
And I meant every word in my letter to the President

[2Pac]
Word mother****in life
**** this toller Typ think?
Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
Mother****ers crazier than a mother****in ??
toller Typ this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz toller Typ
We fin' to hustle til we come up

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
It's gettin harder and harder for a mother****er
to make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin peace
But we can't find peace
til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a toller Typ out?
Sayin you cuttin welfare
That got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
but y'all ain't ready to give us no mother****in dollars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid
Think you got us lookin to lose
Tryin to turn all us young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the **** I'm fightin for?
Shit, I ain't got no love here
I ain't had a check all year
Taxin, all the blacks and
police beatin me in the streets
**** peace

These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
 
Artist: 2Pac + Outlawz
Album: Still I Rise
Song: Secretz of War

Chorus (EDI):

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz

[EDI]
War Time
War Time, it's either yourz or mine
Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine
And ride on em', leave em' stuck and ****ed from the gate
Set it str8, regulate wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!)
Hesitate, aww, now you know what
ya'll niggaz were here to go
If you know it was good for ya
Buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue
But I'm Edi Amin on a mission to make em bleed
toller Typ what?, toller Typ who?
It was cool? and at you?, what the **** is gone do?
Barbecue and boo-hoo
Ride or die, get money all at the same time
Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time
Any toller Typ splippin', fall at the same time
We all laced in the chain, tryin' to gain, do time
We all see the sunshine
But when you could do yourz, we'll bring these mutha****as war

Chorus (EDI):

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz

[2Pac]
As I approach the scene
From smokin' green got my eyes closed
niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze
Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's
Lord help me wit'it
Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket
Help me get'it
See me and pray for options
And this precious, nonstop
Niggaz get the pistol poppin'
And watch they body drop
I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set
Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on
Two is for profit, plus em', lookin' for punks to bust on
If you ain't screamin' WestSide, you can get the **** on
I'm seein' demons hittin' weed
Got me hearin' screamin'
Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend
Probably be punished for it, though you can't ignore it
I live the life of a thug toller Typ, and die for it
Niggaz pass the cush and watch me bring em' to the floor
I got some shit that they ain't ready for (What you got?)
I got the Secretz of War

Chorus (EDI):

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz

[Yaki Kadafi]
We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em'
Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go)
Squeeze the lead off, I blow his mutha ****in' head off
Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off
Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me
These streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy
Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar
Locked in the slammer, while I'm layed cocked back like a hammer
Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up
Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck
Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me
Doin' my dirt, puttin' in work, you see shit, what you gonna do?

Chorus (EDI):

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
Yo, we go to war

[Young Noble]
We check the murder rate percentage
Niggaz is finished
Get blood checks from clinics
This thug shit is in us
Flowin' through my system, you a victim
Blunts, I twist em', **** the whole world
It's us against them
You got some teeth?, pull it out
Cock the hammer if you wit' it, don't make
No difference if, wit' 20 by the life sentence
We already doin' life on the streetz
Like algae, niggaz be heated, when they walkin' the beat
This shit is flaky, makin' backs shaky, niggaz hate me
Scared to face me, knowin' that the Outlawz blaze me
Pull me up on game, put me up on a hustle
Once I suck my money muscle, all the G's got devils
Movin' shit like a dollar, beatin' niggaz like Rodney
Turn a killa like Kadafi, and a nuke stream to stop me

Chorus (EDI):

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
We go to war

[2Pac]
Bring it on
And all you lil' young ass souljahs
You play this shit back about fifteen times
You'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin
Teach these bitches a lil' somethin', you know what I mean?
Secretz of mutha****in' War....
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac + Outlawz f/ Ta'He
Album: Still I Rise
Song: Still I Rise

Dear Lord
As we down here, struggle for as long as we know
In search of a paradise to touch (my toller Typ Johnny J)
Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go
The only place for us
I know, try to make the best of bad situations
Seems to be my life's story
Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain
And can't nobody live this life for me
It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride

[2Pac]
Somebody wake me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen
Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to **** her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a **** about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus
will a toller Typ live or die, cause the Lord can't see us
in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks glocks or a heroin bong
You can ask my man Ishmael Reed
Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed toller Typ
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed toller Typ
Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G"
And my reply til they kill me
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise

[Ta'He]
Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

[Kadafi]
I stay sharp as always
Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
Dumpin crews like two's, toller Typ all day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse
But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro
Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans

[Napoleon]
Now I plan to keep my glock cocked
If trouble was searchin for me then why not?
Show em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block
Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin bags
We out for power, makin cash it wasn't fast it'll make me mad
I'm just like, pimpin
My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in
Youngest they buckin somethin the life he leads
the life he don't need, don't we all know
He tryin to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise

[Young Noble]
Dreams of lost hope
I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
and still I rise now I float cowards ghost
Whenever we come around, I'm runnin down
clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound
I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came
My homey Harm doin time from this drug game
Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw
Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars
Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block
Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops

[Kadafi]
In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, passion for blastin bastards
No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards
Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice
I send my missiles through your mattress
Leavin holes in your body like a cactus
While me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic
and loot to keep the seams in my mother****in jeans poppin
Leavin ya spleen to pick up
Half of you niggaz is softer than a Snicker
Let's go to war and see who draw quicker
and still I rise, and still I rise...

[Ta'He]
Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

[some little kid]
Y'all niggaz fake
All day everyday
So now I got radio play
Big, I thought you knew
I'm out this bitch
C'mon pac, let's go..
 
Artist: 2Pac + Outlawz
Album: Still I Rise
Song: Tattoo Tears

[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight **** it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
(Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million
(Outlaw.. ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggaz still can't see me
(Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)
That's how it is
Now we got a new mother****in plan, and a new mission
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)
Competition, so they say, these niggaz is gay
(Outlaw - Outlaw)
Blast me? It could never happen
At least not while I'm walkin and rappin
Heard of some niggaz on the other side of town who wanna ride wit me
(Throw ya hands up, hands up)
They can't hide, listen to the rough shit, my click
(Throw ya mother****in hands up)

I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't **** with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't **** with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears

Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy
Don't want to hurt a soul toller Typ, so don't make me
I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes
My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through
But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll
never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
Niggaz get high off a slow form of suicide
Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties
I live my life to ****in mo', exposin tragically
How can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece
I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind
make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin
Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears

Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble

I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't **** with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears; now, I
said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggaz can't **** with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears

[2Pac] Thugged out baby!

[Young Noble]
We don't shed tears we shed blood
Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT?
We don't shed tears we shed blood
Do you still wanna be a thug?

Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns
The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends
Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me
Blast for me, the task after me
For a few years sheddin tattooed tears
like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller
Your block ain't no harder, fake baller

[Napoleon]
toller Typ it's like this
I been thuggin just for the cause of it
Out to get all of it, but I'll never loose my balls and shit
And it's all for the pressure
that'll make me cock my shit up off the dresser
Made toller Typ mafia of course my niggas gonna test ya
Answers to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson
Still stucked up in a **** session, Jersey where the niggaz flexin
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe me my life
for the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin
Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears

Chorus

[Kadafi]
Shit.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die
Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high
as life replays like time; underhanded schemes
to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime
My enemies want me squeezed
They get dumped like 3's, with 57 wasted at they knees
Please beware we thugs revolution size
Criminals dare be last mental me intitutionalize
Locked down, got many shell shocked, now
Holdin down fort like I'm stuck in court cell block style

[Kastro]
Yo I been loosin sleep, stay awake way past late
Visions of killers en masse at the blast mayne
As I lay here gatted down and tatted
Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict
It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers
Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air
And I suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavens
Walkin thru the valley of death with my fellas
I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried
And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried
I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain
Step in my shoes, nuttin to lose, but my brain
I'ma hold it down tho', with all the struggle to bear
Ain't nothing to fear, cryin these tattooed tears
Come on...

Chorus (repeats to fade)
 
Artist: 2Pac + Outlawz f/ Nate Dogg
Album: Still I Rise
Song: Teardrops and Closed Caskets

[2Pac]
(hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word
It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets
(throw it up fool, hey toller Typ, haha)
Tell me how you feel homey

(Yeah, it took a week to go down)
You recollects and see how crazy it sounds
The whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound)
(Now introducin Young Trigga)
Since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger
Just anotha wild-ass toller Typ
(But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT?
(But Precious was a ghetto girl)
Couldn't be no sex without that gold Lexus
(But Lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers)
Seein visions of people smokin and niggaz catchin vapors
Got his man from around the corner (we'll call him Lil' Mo)
(Been in so many reform schools they had to let him go)
(Here's where the plot thickens)
They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin
(They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin)
(Somebody's gonna die tonight)
Still no one's knowin, so they kept goin
Catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?)
(Two semi-automatic nines, them niggaz died)
(Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate
to death and wish they could die) So peep the lesson
But wait a minute back to Precious
She's snortin dope in the back seat of Trigg's Lexus
TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS

[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets
[Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets

(Don't let these ghetto streets get you, Precious)
(was the victim, from a dime to a nickel)
Hopin God's blessings stick with ya
Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin bigger
Familiar face, but a man now, it's Lil' Trigga
Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest
Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets
(All he wanted was to be a thug)
Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
(Here's where it gets ya)
Now Precious is pregnant, Lil' Trigga is happy
He wants to marry her now (not knowin he ain't the daddy)
But Precious was lonely while Lil' Trigga was makin dough
She's slippin in secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo
The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are talkin
Lil' Trigga's gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin
(Hand in hand, couldn't understand)
How his baby's mama could disapear with another man
(and his best friend)
Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me
Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see
There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin
Just the smoke from the cap peelin a man with no feelings
TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS

[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets
Bury you dead and look ahead
A man with no feelings
[Lawz] TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Teardrops and closed caskets
That's all we got left, that's all

[Outlawz]
Now with the problems of poverty
and the tricks to these tales
How many people'll die
how many'll live to tell
Although best friends before
Lil' Trigga and Mo
(They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know)
Behind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down
The results is the same with different names and it turns out

[2Pac]
Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town
Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out
Think it's Lil' Mo (was plottin plans on gettin bigger)
(Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga)
All the while let's look at Precious
Too dumb to see what's goin down (too doped up to ask questions)
Used to be comrades (but now we blast on sight)
What could be so bad (God, will we last tonight?)
From misdemeanors to felonies, small-time to sellin ki's
I can't believe the shit they tellin me
They open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops
(Precious, Lil' Mo and Trigg)
TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS

[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Aiy QBIII in this mother****er
Teardrops and closed caskets
We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades
(that's right)
All the homies that didn't make it to see this day
(rest in peace)
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Yaknahmean? I know it's hard out there, heheh
with teardrops and closed caskets
It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days
Murders, brothers dyin, funerals
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Shit, it's like I done ran out of suits homey
I done ran out of tears
Know we gon' have to do somethin y'all
We gon' have to do somethin
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein the same thing
(rest in peace)
Teardrops and closed caskets
I send this out to M'thulu Geronimo
and to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
(to the homey Boonie, rest in peace toller Typ)
[Pac] All the homies that fell, all the homies
May God bless your families
May you always live in the mother****in heart
[Nate] Will I.. forever be alone
[Pac] In a thug niggaz heart forever
(that's right)
Rest in peace toller Typ
May your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets
We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece
[Nate] Will I..
 
Artist: 2Pac + Outlawz
Album: Still I Rise
Song: The Good Die Young

[Talk]
These is hard times we livin' in
Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
Murder, the good die young
The good definitely die young
This is a lil' somethin'
To help you get through the day
If you could

It was more than a tragedy
Emotions be grabbin' me
Plane fell from the sky
We tryin' to figure what happened
Burnin' churches, fearin' God
Who can be so cruel
We all ignorant to AIDS
Till it happens to you
Just be a man, make plans
Listen to your voice
A woman's tryin' to make decisions
We should leave them a choice
Cause who are we to say who lives and die
Breathes and stops
All this judgement on other lives
Needs to stop
What are we livin' for
Givin' more back than takin'
On my knees still waitin' for my own salvation
Now I feel abandoned
So Pat Buchanan and say I'm greedy
You can take my taxes, send me to war
But can't feed me
It's so easy to regret things
After they done
Babies catchin' murder cases
Scared to laugh in the sun
The tragedies that we all need
Love in doses
In times like these we feel closest
The good die young

Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why
Can anybody tell me why (2x)

Now in my world will it get worse
When I been trapped since birth
But I had to sleep in a hearse
Cause it was my bed first
My grands probably burnin'
Turnin' in they grave
Some folks ain't even get to see a high age
But they did so I ain't afraid
And this money got me feelin like a star
And this murder got me
Feelin like my death ain't far
And the land (?) and stolen cars
Don't get no better
Don't get no weaker or no harder
I was raised in a rush without my moms
And my father
So tell me somethin
If I grab my gat and get the dumpin'
Would God get to lookin' at me funny
Rest in peace to my mother Aquillah Beale
Rest in peace to my father Salek Beale
Rest in peace to my grandparents
And thug in peace to my brother Seike
You know I love you

Witch world first storms (?) and then Al
Pac and then Yak
Redrey (?) Brown
Coulda' sworn I seen ya face in a cloud
Family grievin' on your last breath
Close to the heart whether you know it or not
I swear the love won't stop
Jewel, that's my boo
Mom, Duke and Lou
>From jump
You kept it true, helped to feed the crew
The good die young
Livin' fast jumpin' the gun
Mama blamin' the community for killin' her son
My cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin'
But never knowin' he was dyin' slower
I guess I see ya when I see ya soulja

Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why
Can anybody tell me why

I know my life ain't promised
That's why the wise move in silence
Analize these scandalous times
It's hard dogg but we manage
Schools turn to war zones
Even homes unsafe
Leavin' children to play caged and raged
They hate, how come
Someone explain why the good die young
Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone
It's time somethin' is done
For our young kids
They growin' opus (??)
That ain't the way to live
Tell me why

Days go past and as they pass
Time move quicker
No time for wastin'
Put your hustle down my young dealers
Cause the end is nearer
But at least that's what they tellin' me
Hell, all I know brothers
Ain't ridin' 4 3 felonys
It's time to plan, plot, and strategize
Capitolize, mobilize
We in the war y'all
It's for all y'all
My family to the ones that stabbed (?) me
Little bit mo' love is what's recommended
Yeah, and it's plain to see
The seeds from you and me
Gon' be the ones to lead us towards unity
That's if we treat them right
Man, teach them right
Raise your kids better than you was
And see what it does
But if you don't
Man, we sho' to be done
We'll all see exactly why the good die young

Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why
Can anybody tell me why (2x)

[Talk]
This is for all my homeboys that passed away
And all yo' homeboys that passed away
I send this out to all the fallen soldiers
That's in the cemetaries buried
Never got to see they dreams
For everything I touch you touch
For every step I take you take
For every breath I breather you breathe
Every dollar I make you make
I told you we'd make it to the sunshine one day
You just got there a little quicker
But like my homeboys Thugs say
I'll catch ya at the crossroads
The good die young

This song is dedicated to all them
Young kids and people that are innocent
That died young
At Columbine High
Rest in Peace (Oklahoma)
Outlawz
Lil' young Xzandafer
Tasha, all them
All the fallen kids
The dead babies
The closed caskets
 
Artist: 2Pac + Outlawz
Album: Still I Rise
Song: U Can Be Touched

(Napoleon Talking)
Life...
What the **** is life for niggaz like us?
Been waking up to another mutha****in' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A toller Typ that seen
Everything in my mutha****in eyes
I seen my parents get killed
To my mutha****in eyes
I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes
So I know anybody can be touched
You know what I mean?

(Napoleon)
Oh God forgive me
Somebody please say a prayer for me
Needed my parents
But they was never there for me
Believe in everything they feed me
I'm seeing demons
I wake up screaming
Who believe me or was I dreaming?
Five fingers on the .45 chrome
Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on
I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this
I'm living blind writing rhymes
Til they capture this
And if we die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
They seeing us inside a casket
That's how they see us
Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards
We human beings
They leaving us inside this hell-hole
Just waiting to fail so they tell us
That's what jail for
Adolescense young teens turned violent
It's floating, in a world turned silent
Cause you could be touched

(Chorus Makaveli)
Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched

Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched

(EDI)
I live life High Speed
Moving a million miles per hour
Towards my destiny
Making decesions carelessly
Yeah it's me, yo toller Typ man child
Bomb first stand proud
Ain't looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this bitch
And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich
And leave my kids a grip
I let my blood drip off in this thug shit
You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my shit don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my time to go
I pray the Lord hold me
(U can be touched)

(Kastro)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggaz
That ever breathed
And I was big when I was young
And now I see that I was dumb
My toller Typ.. Lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years
For trusting a friend
They left him stuck in the Penn
I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
Nobody cares what got here
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Y'all praise the thug ways
So forever it's on.. baby

(Chorus Makaveli)
My Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched

Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched

(Young Noble)
Why grieve this life
Planted by the fiends and pipes
Green lights so
I'm seeing-seeing everything twice
Pretty much of nothing nice
(naw) we sucking it up
Even when we get a job, we ****ing it up
Like it can't happen to us
I could never be a bum
Yeah right, you wound up one
God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up
Look and learn
Next it could be your turn... word

(Kadafi)
Yes this a felonies' hobby
That got me here thinking robbery
Day to day all year long
Teflon protects my body
It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel
I'm caught and supporting me
So in these streets of hockey
I play the goalie,
Secretz to war licks, and score shit
Share between clients and homies
Remember what Patcino told me
Before he past
Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles
Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely
And I'm point like a thong
And it's survive for the strong
Living outside the laws of this crooked world
I was born touched

(Chorus Makaveli)
My Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched

Young niggaz in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac + Outlawz
Album: Still I Rise
Song: Y'all Don't Know Us


[Young Noble]
Yo, I can see
That you obviously don't know me or my homies
We O-U-T Lawz, **** the phonies
A wise hustler once told me, it's on you
Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true
I got love for you only to a certain exstend
Niggas ain't worth shit
Cops and ride dick permits
I heard this and heard that
About them O-U-T Lawz
Some of them soldiers got shot
Some of them soldiers fell off
**** yall now everybody tied to us
Hollering out a toller Typ name
But never said what up
That shit critical, dispicable, unforgiveable
I too like Hot ??
Your own fan won't remember you
Thuggin but we still spriutual, clear lyrical
I'm like the ****in Deff Squad
My ears ain't hearin' yall
Pump fearin' yall
But damn I ain't even wantin' to scare yall
Listen to what I tell yall
**** the world,
Your baby moms and your baby girl
You mutha****as so fake,
Yo they made me wanna earl
Blake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree
Outlawz on a paper chase
Can you relate thug niggaz

[Napoleon Chorus]
We will never fall
Thru it all, we'll always stand tall
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young mutha****a soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us

[Napoleon]
Now I been trapped down
And ****ed since day one
This industructional style of mine ain't no fun
Where I'm from
You sure to see about 10 niggaz in a bedroom
Eating off the same spoon
Sweeping with the same broom
It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life
Well give me grab it
I was born inside a love zone
With a glock-nine young marriage
It's critical
Then one of them sat down living so
Mystikal and empoious
With a heart full of anger it's so redicilous
So give me some with 21-gun soldier salute
With a 19-inch black handle snake knife in my boots
I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life
Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil
I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that?
I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night
I'll put the dick to your wife
And I'm the Jesuz of your Christ
You dig that? respect this
I'll bring the end to your claw
I'll bring the loc to your heart
And I'll put the snoop on yo dogs
You hear me?
We follow, this little bullet so hollow
I can promise that estacy ain't promised tomorrow
With this two man mades
Me and my soul death astrayed
I watch my parents get blowed away
Now look what it made
I'm something to face
This ludacy then with me, then with chemistry
Got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me
I'll be frying you, cause y'all don't know me

[Young Noble Chorus]
We will never fall
Thru the war, we'll always stand tall (Why)
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young mutha****a soldiers

[EDI]
When we was kids, the loving felt good
But of course have the respect
Though it's even better
Now for this chedder
Niggaz is laying deader
Then Malcom and Martin put together
Oh Lord only knows where we'll end up
Remember what Pac said
Watch the ****in signs
But we wasn't listening
Too busy trippin off his shine
Now one time for my mutha****in' Outlawz
Napoleon, Noble, and Kastro
May we all roll
And if you don't know
We got the rap game petro
Scared cause we bout to release
Like heavy metal
Nationwide, underground
We running the ghettos
Stealing all of ya fan base like we kleptos
Bitch I can't let go
I been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too long
And niggaz is stealing my shit
And busting it wrong
Hot shots holla back when you get 'em
Outlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system
Military wisdom
Preparing myself for armegeddom
Breaking my balls at this game
Knowing it's a dead end
And my only weapon
Is my believe that I'm superior
Yeah we the mutha****as
That you niggaz is liery off
Controling my steam
Knowing my team to deserve more
**** the reframe
Stick to the game and earn more
Holding my head, rolling the head with focus
Laughing inside
Cause deep inside y'all don't know us

[Young Noble Chorus]
We will never fall
Thru it all, we'll always stand tall (Why)
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young mutha****a soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us

We will never fall (Never)
Thru the war, we'll always stand tall
Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young mutha****a soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us

[EDI Talking]
Ain't never know niggaz like us boy
They don't make niggaz like us no more
Thug in Peace.. to all my niggaz (Never)
See ya soon.. uhh
 
Artist: 2Pac feat. Ronald Isley aka Mr. Biggs
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Better Dayz
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Lookin' for these Better Dayz
Better Dayz, heeey, Better Dayz
Got me thinkin' 'bout Better Dayz
Better Dayz, Better Dayz, Better Dayz
Heey, Better Dayz
Got me thinkin' bout Better Dayz

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin' weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids wanna try now
They lie down and get ran through
Nobody watches em clockin', the evil men do
Face with the demons, addicted to hearin' victim screamin'
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I'd love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
And only we can change, it's up to us to clean up the streets it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother burried plus I knew him for years
Pass by his family but what could I say?
Keep your head up and try to keep your faith
And pray for Better Dayz

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Better Dayz, Better Dayz
Heey, Better Dayz
Got me thinkin' about Better Dayz
Better Dayz, Better Dayz, Better Dayz
Heey, Better Dayz
Got me thinkin' about Better Dayz

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Thinkin' back as an adolescent
Who would have guessed that in my future years I be stressin'
Some say the ghetto sick and corrupted
Plus my P-O won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Tryin' to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slangin' llello all day long but they wrong
So I'm solo and so broke, savin' up for some Jordan's cause they dope
I got a girl and I love her, but she broke too
And so am I, I can't take her to the places she wanna go to
So we argue and play fight all day and night
Makin' passionate love to the daylight
Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent
Guess it's time to see who really is your friend
Tell me you're pregnant and I'm amazed
So many blessings while we stressin'
Lookin' for Better Dayz

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Better Dayz, Better Dayz
Heey, Better Dayz
Got me thinkin' about Better Dayz
Better Dayz, Better Dayz, Better Dayz
Heey, Better Dayz
Got me thinkin' about Better Dayz

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Now we and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated we stay fated
Affiliated with gang bangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me gotta mess with him
Still dressin' like grown men when rollin'
Out in dark smokin' newports gamin' marks
Got a place in my heart, homie stay smart
Locked you up in the pen' and gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin' you well, I know it's hell
Doin' time in the cells you need mail, when you in a jail
And me I'm doin' cool
I settled down, had a family workin' in night school
Every once in a while I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
I miss the Better Dayz

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Better Dayz, Better Dayz
Heey, Better Dayz
Got me thinkin' about Better Dayz
Better Dayz, Better Dayz, Better Dayz
Heey, Better Dayz
Got me thinkin' about Better Dayz

[Outro - 2Pac]
I send this one out
To all the homeboys down in, uh, Clinton locked down
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was, uh, locked up with, hehehe
E-Block, F-Block, lower H
N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better Dayz is comin' homeboy, keep your head up
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. Young Noble, Napoleon, EDI and Mussamill
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Catchin Feelins
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
All my homeboys might squabble , but we don't fall down! (never... haha, yeah!)
My homeboys might squabble , but we don't fall down! (uhh, yeah!)
My homeboys might squabble , but we don't fall down! (hey)
Westside! Westside!

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Cross this toller Typ here, now Biggie tell me who do you fear?
Ain't a livin' soul breath as I pump no fear here
My last four flashed then I mash this ass, bastard
**** with me, bet I blast your ass
So many follower can't reach me, caught in a maze
Catch em, mickin' my style, tryin' to walk this way
Impossible, my posse droppin' you, we Death Row Ridahs
No need to beg mother****er, ain't no mercy inside us
Feelin' blessed, the richer I get the more I stress
Smokin' lah, watchin' time fly, waitin' for death
Dear God I been feelin' like I'm close to Jesus
Paranoid, by my pistols close, smokin' trees
Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me
Watchin' niggaz catch strays, shake, choke and bleed
Me, a mercenary for the streets, check my pedigree
Bustin' mother****ers, it's the thug in me
Now niggaz talk a lot of bad boy shit, then get to squealin'
Bitch made Catchin' Feelins... hahaha

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Outlaw niggaz are you ready to clown?
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screamin "bye bye bitches", untouchable sound
Niggaz hidin' like hoes, we gon' hit your town
Catchin Feelins!

All my Outlaw niggaz we ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screamin "bye bye bitches", untouchable sound
Niggaz hidin' like hoes, we gon' hit your town
Catchin Feelins!

[Verse 2 - Napolean]
Picture me sippin' on 1-5-1
Drunk than a mother****er, droppin' my gun
Or high as a kite hittin' hoes for fun
But that ain't me, dogg - my mind is now clear
And that ain't no fear, dogg - your heart pump fear
In the state I _censored_, you better hide toller Typ _censored_ is near
And you know just as well as I do
You ain't no killer so kill that you wouldn't kill if you had to
We might wobble but we don't fall down
We take the gospel for Makaveli, pass it around
_censored_ we gon' taste the power
We started the thug trend, the game is ours
Now we close together, put our thoughts together
Won't question will we die together, cause the hour is soon to come
Kadafi trained souljah, I show ya how to use your gun
Bring it

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Outlaw niggaz are you ready to clown?
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screamin "bye bye bitches", untouchable sound
Niggaz hidin' like hoes, we gon' hit your town
Catchin Feelins!

All my Outlaw niggaz we ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screamin "bye bye bitches", untouchable sound
Niggaz hidin' like hoes, we gon' hit your town
Catchin Feelins!

[Verse 3 - EDI]
We yellin' M-A-D-E N-I-double-G-AS mother****ers and we here to stay
From curb servin' to workin' the industry, you kiddin' me
It's really nothin' to me and my kin, you see
We in the big thangs, eat a dick man if you hatin'
We gon' ridin' till the wheels fall off, pay attention
Screamin "bye bye bitches", untouchable sound, uh
Ride or die niggaz and we huntin' you down
Representin' all the real niggaz stuck in the trap
Bangin' out with the PoPo, tryin' to get to some mo'
Street life, young strugglers racin' the clock
Ain't no tellin' when it all can end, roll or rock
Ain't no room for feelins, this is the man's world, youngin'
Better get you some business to learn a lil somethin'
And stop runnin' your mouth, you're on the verge of squealin'
Bitch made Catchin Feelins, toller Typ

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Outlaw niggaz are you ready to clown?
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screamin "bye bye bitches", untouchable sound
Niggaz hidin' like hoes, we gon' hit your town
Catchin Feelins!

All my Outlaw niggaz, we ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screamin "bye bye bitches", untouchable sound
Niggaz hidin' like hoes, we gon' hit your town
Catchin Feelins!

[Verse 4 - Mussamill aka Hellraza aka Kamillion]
Everybody's a gangsta but don't put in work
Instead of puttin' on the armor, niggaz put on the skirts
These drugs ain't helpin', it only makin' it worse
And these streets ain't got nothin' for me but herbs
I can't trust the chruch or the mobs, I can only trust God
And tell you the truth I gotta ride
I only roll with the real, cause rollin' with the fake got my loved ones killed

[Chorus - 2Pac]
Outlaw niggaz are you ready to clown?
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screamin "bye bye bitches", untouchable sound
Niggaz hidin' like hoes, we gon' hit your town
Catchin Feelins!

All my Outlaw niggaz we ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screamin "bye bye bitches", untouchable sound
Niggaz hidin' like hoes, we gon' hit your town
Catchin Feelins!

Outlaw niggaz are you ready to clown?
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screamin "bye bye bitches", untouchable sound
Niggaz hidin' like hoes, we gon' hit your town
Catchin Feelins!

All my Outlaw niggaz we ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down
Screamin "bye bye bitches", untouchable sound
Niggaz hidin' like hoes, we gon' hit your town
Catchin Feelins!
 
Artist: 2Pac feat. T.I.P.
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Changed Man
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
Shit, I'm a changed man (ey, turn the lights out)
Big ballin' 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
By age 16, I sold to dope fiends
Not yet a drug dealer, but I watched them closely
Until they noticed me
I got the feds wonderin' who broke the law
**** too inhibited for gun smoke, I broke his jaw
Words harder than a ****in' diamond, mobile phone call to Simon
Niggaz trippin' homie when we ridin'
**** em slowly like Jodeci
And stick a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M.O.B.
And **** your homeboys toller Typ, we can drop the guns
I hit your block and we can box for fun
toller Typ one on one, last to fall is a baller cat
It's Death Row why the **** you think we call it that
So if you knew me in my past life
Don't act like we homeboys, ain't no love in the fast life
I switched gears on them jealous bitches, who do you fear?
The game plan of a Changed Man
So what I'm sayin' is

[Chorus - Johnta' Austin (2Pac)]
I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah (****in' with a Changed Man)
Slangin' new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (toller Typ you ****in' with a Changed Man)
All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, you gon' drink the henn' up (****in' with a Changed Man)
Changed Man, you dealin' with a Changed Man

[Verse 2 - T.I.P.]
In drop top, glock cocked and got rocks in my socks
Cops spot Watt-niggas but hardly stop niggas
Not if they gat niggas, doughboys and hot niggas
Who might have shot niggas, but only by stollin'
Out for respect, nowaday they expect me to be in a Ferrari or the ol' Lexus
But anything you see flash and past and can't tell, that's me
Gauge on the escalade back seat, don't creep
But what cha think? - T.I.P. in them suites?
But don't sleep, get you hit from head to feet
Ey, you know me, I been have introduced to the old me
You walk in, exploded and leave reload
You don't like a record toller Typ, buck you, blow me
But you will respect me or get it in your neckpiece chief
No grief toller Typ still gonna let me be
Or get your insides exposed to the streets, toller Typ

[Chorus - Johnta' Austin (2Pac)]
I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah (****in' with a Changed Man)
Slangin' new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (toller Typ you ****in' with a Changed Man)
All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, you gon' drink the henn' up (****in' with a Changed Man)
Changed Man, you dealin' with a Changed Man

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
A toller Typ's so cold when I flow
Bow down to Death Row, 3 wheel motion, comin' through coastin'
Who's that toller Typ in the G-ride screamin' out "M.O.B." toller Typ we grind
I hit the charts like a stick up kid
Number 1 in the nation, I ****ed the world, the judge gave me probation
Face with incarceration, move tapes like it's big weights slangin' to the whole nation
Give me mine or I'm blastin' on every song
Murder my enemies, I'm mashin' until I'm gone
One love to my thug niggaz and **** a bitch cause a true sister love niggaz
Throw your hands in the air, close your eyes and hope
Never come against the mass of smoke, on Death Row
My adversaries bleed, but **** em all till they talk cease
****in' with a Changed Man

[Chorus - Johnta' Austin (2Pac)] 2x
I changed plans but I'm still the same old ridah (****in' with a Changed Man)
Slangin' new dope to the world but the people still buy it up (toller Typ you ****in' with a Changed Man)
All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, you gon' drink the henn' up (****in' with a Changed Man)
Changed Man, you dealin' with a Changed Man

[Outro - 2Pac]
Haha, anybody think they understand me
Shit, you niggaz don't me
Y'all know that toller Typ on the rap songs
And y'all know that toller Typ in the movies
You don't know this toller Typ in 3-D
Real life, right up against you in front of your face
Shit...

Westside
Outlaw Immortalz, hahaha
toller Typ, you ****in' with a Changed Man, hahahaha
You ****in' with a Changed Man... haha
I ain't the same, you ****in' with a Changed Man
We ain't the same you ****in' with a Changed Man
We ain't the same ****in' with a Changed Man
Changed Man
____________________________________________________
Artist: 2Pac feat. Mya
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Fair xChange Remix
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Now picture a perfection
The object of a toller Typ affection
Partners of passionate sex
A place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in submission
Freaky positions, pushin', pullin' and twistin'
I'm on a mission, got me on a mad "drive the dick"
You was screamin when I did
Steadily yellin' out spots for me to hit and all shit
Soon as I seen her saw us playin' hide the weener
Wanna freak like me, **** Adina - up and down is the object
Side to side, make you holla out my name when a thug toller Typ ride
Can I come inside, say you don't feel it, that's a lie
You just scared to give this penintentiary dick a try
Closed your eye when I walked by, I said "hi"
But you was so shy, I can't lie damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse got you heart set on me goin' first
And that ain't no fair xchange

[Chorus - Mya]
Only one thing you can do for me
Baby if you treatin' me right, we can do it all the night
Nothin' more than a Fair Xchange
Hit my G-spot and make me scream your name
You can do whatever you want, I got what I want, I'm gone
Nothin' more than a Fair Xchange

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Open your legs, got my marchin' like it's a million
You tremble from the feelin', look up
Cuase I got mirrors on the ceilin'
And if you willin'
Then we can ride until the sunshine
And just for fun I bet that I can make you come 61 times
Close your eyes, let me heat it up
Cause when we **** I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up
Drop the top, time to **** while the wind blow
Baby throw your legs out the window, remember on the balcony
Bend over, baby bounce on me
And let me hit it where it counts and flee
Remember me, I get around and I'm haunted by my temptation
Sexual participation my motivation
Even though I like the way you work it
You don't deserve it cause you walk around actin' like you perfect
Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss playa
Bitch you ain't doin' me no favours
Fair XChange

[Chorus - Mya]
Only one thing you can do for me
Baby if you treatin' me right, we can do it all the night
Nothin' more than a Fair Xchange
Hit my G-spot and make me scream your name
You can do whatever you want, I got what I want, I'm gone
Nothin' more than a Fair Xchange

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Now your attitude ain't realistic
Yeah it's true, I'm gettin' pussy but baby you gettin' dick
And since you bein' laced with the penetration
It's only right to show a form of appreciation
Instead of fakin' like you can't hear the bed shakin'
In bed naked, you so twisted think your legs breakin'
You said take it, so I'm blinded by passion
How long will I last? - doggystyle steady bumpin' on that ass until I blast
And then I laughed as we laid back
See I wait until you sleepin' and that's the payback
Cause you actin' like you did somethin', givin' me a piece
I had you mufflin' your screams in the sheets, ****in' with me
A true digger that love triggers a thug toller Typ
Hustelin' bitches like drug dealers
Before I say goodbye, put it into all the gains
Here's my number for another Fair XChange

[Chorus - Mya]
Only one thing you can do for me
Baby if you treatin' me right, we can do it all the night
Nothin' more than a Fair Xchange
Hit my G-spot and make me scream your name
You can do whatever you want, I got what I want, I'm gone
Nothin' more than a Fair Xchange

No one gives me lovin' quite like you do
No one gives me lovin' like you do
No one gives me lovin' quite like you do
And I know you wanna love our love... the things that I'ma do to you
 
Artist: 2Pac
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Fair Xchange
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - Jazze Pha]
Ladies & Gentlemen
This is a Jazzy Phizzle productshizzle
My nizzle, ha!
Outlawz! Outlawz
2Pac, Makaveli - still breathin'!

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Now picture a perfection
The object of a toller Typ affection
Partners of passionate sex
A place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in submission
Freaky positions, pushin', pullin' and twistin'
I'm on a mission, got me on a mad "drive the dick"
You was screamin when I did
Steadily yellin' out spots for me to hit and all shit
Soon as I seen her saw us playin' hide the weener
Wanna freak like me, **** Adina - up and down is the object
Side to side, make you holla out my name when a thug toller Typ ride
Can I come inside, say you don't feel it, that's a lie
You just scared to give this penintentiary dick a try
Closed your eye when I walked by, I said "hi"
But you was so shy, I can't lie damn near stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse got you heart set on me goin' first
And that ain't no fair xchange

[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
You do me
And if it's worth then baby I return the favour
And give it back to you (give to you give it to you)
A Fair Xchange on everything
Let me tell that's the way it's gotta be (whooo)
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me (give to me give it to me)
A Fair Xchange you know the game
We can do the damn thang, thang, thang

[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Open your legs, got my marchin' like it's a million
You tremble from the feelin', look up
Cause I got mirrors on the ceilin'
And if you willin'
Then we can ride until the sunshine
And just for fun I bet that I can make you come 61 times
Close your eyes, let me heat it up
Cause when we **** I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up
Drop the top, time to **** while the wind blow
Baby throw your legs out the window, remember on the balcony
Bend over, baby bounce on me
And let me hit it where it counts and flee
Remember me, I get around and I'm haunted by my temptation
Sexual participation my motivation
Even though I like the way you work it
You don't deserve it cause you walk around actin' like you perfect
Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss playa
Bitch you ain't doin' me no favours
Fair XChange

[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
You do me
And if it's worth then baby I return the favour
And give it back to you (give to you give it to you)
A Fair Xchange on everything
Let me tell that's the way it's gotta be (whooo)
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me (give to me give it to me)
A Fair Xchange you know the game
We can do the damn thang, thang, thang

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Now your attitude ain't realistic
Yeah it's true, I'm gettin' pussy but baby you gettin' dick
And since you bein' laced with the penetration
It's only right to show a form of appreciation
Instead of fakin' like you can't hear the bed shakin'
In bed naked, you so twisted think your legs breakin'
You said take it, so I'm blinded by passion
How long will I last? - doggystyle steady bumpin' on that ass until I blast
And then I laughed as we laid back
See I wait until you sleepin' and that's the payback
Cause you actin' like you did somethin', givin' me a piece
I had you mufflin' your screams in the sheets, ****in' with me
A true digger that love triggers a thug toller Typ
Hustelin' bitches like drug dealers
Before I say goodbye, put it into all the gains
Here's my number for another Fair XChange

[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
You do me
And if it's worth then baby I return the favour
And give it back to you (give to you give it to you)
A Fair Xchange on everything
Let me tell that's the way it's gotta be (whooo)
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me (give to me give it to me)
A Fair Xchange you know the game
We can do the damn
You do me
And if it's worth then baby I return the favour
And give it back to you (give to you give it to you)
A Fair Xchange on everything
Let me tell that's the way it's gotta be (whooo)
Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
Give it up to me (give to me give it to me)
A Fair Xchange you know the game
We can do the damn thang, thang, thang
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rtist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz
Album: Better Dayz
Song: Fame
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
And my niggaz say: "We want the faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaameeeeeee"

[Chorus - 2Pac]
One thing we all adore, something we're dyin' for
Nothin' but pain, stuck in this game, searchin' for Fortune and Fame

The one thing we all adore, something we're dyin' for
Been nothin' but pain, stuck in this game, searchin' for Fortune and Fame

[Verse 1]
Though we exist and breathe, some believe, currency comes to G'z
Stress is after battle, with success comes greed
They got me hot, when they shot me, bloody
My revenge to increase my ends, enemies gettin' dropped
Will I lose, where the blue? - we must all stay true
Play the game toller Typ, never let the game play you
And for the fame, niggaz change fast, that's a shame
What's the game? - lost souls who controls our brains
Who can I blame? - the world seems strange at times
Someone insane, I'm hopin' that we can change with time
I'm livin' blinded, searchin' for refinement and curse
I know death follows me but I murder him first
And worst yet, with each breath, steps I take
Breathless, is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes, toast with crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous bastards, with my ski mask
I'm the first one who want 'em blasted, wrapped in plastic
Bullshittin' got his ass hit
Ain't nuttin' left now, treated like a stepchild, it's not for me
Nuttin' but bustas and bitches be rockin' beats, fakin' fame

[Verse 2 - Kadafi]
Block fronters shoot slugs, we throw 'em back like hardballs
Without the gloves, no love for these fake desperados and thugs
I bleed to envy, smoke and blow out they blunts, sippin' henne'
Drunk nights and hot days, cockin' my heat shootin' it sideways
A life on the run, full of common blunts, unconditionally married
To my gun, fulfillin' my destiny on knees and once desires
Be pullin' all my cabbage like priors, stuck in the trance
Search for somethin' higher... than Fortune And Fame

[Chorus - 2Pac]
One thing we all adore, something we're dyin' for
Nothin' but pain, stuck in this game, searchin' for Fortune and Fame

One thing we all adore, something we're dyin' for
Been nothin' but pain, stuck in this game, searchin' for Fortune and Fame

[Verse 3 - Young Noble]
Searchin' for Fortune And Fame, lost in the rain
A loss is a gain with life is a coast to the game
We forcin' a change, mother**** flossin' a change
All of the blame belongs to the part of the brain
That was never used toller Typ, plus my heart is in pain
And if I ever lose homie, bet I'm at it again
Outlawz don't die, so united we stand
And the family come before all the Fortune And Fame, the Fortune And Fame

[Verse 4 - Napolean]
As I walk up in the crib, laid to rest my head
Say some rhymes to the angels, hope they bless my bed
Hope they bless me in a righteous way
Got a homie locked down, out of town I sent him a kite today
Man the heart in your heart, you need to cleanse it, dogg
Prayin' for my downfall and I can sense it, dogg
I was passed down with Street Fame, like cocked glocks and keep aim
Was raised up with the glock box and I ran with the local street gang
They say the light is faded, still shine in the dark
You can easy been a man, but you was a boy in your heart
And this a game that I got from generation of game
In the road of life, dogg, we need to switch up lanes
Think about it

[Chorus - 2Pac]
One thing we all adore, something we're dyin' for
Nothin' but pain, stuck in this game, searchin' for Fortune and Fame

The one thing we all adore, something we're dyin' for
Been nothin' but pain, stuck in this game, searchin' for Fortune and Fame

[Verse 5 - Kastro]
I can't complain, I seen my fair share of the fame
It won't change me now I got that piece of change
I feel strange, I got so used to the hood
And when I finally got out, at first it ain't feel good
I was just a baby, still retarted from slavery
When we struggled in selfish shit, ain't nobody saved me
Ghetto ain't made me, I made myself
And poverty raised me, think it ain't no help
I pray for my health, my mind and my family too
Stay on myself, my grind and my family crew
Where one hand washes the other
Know we ain't blood, but we still real brothers
The struggle was real, nuttin' could steal what we built
And that remains the same until the day that we killed
And that's real, life I was aimed to be
Love by my familiy tree, that's Fame to me
How about it

[Chorus - 2Pac]
One thing we all adore, something we're dyin' for
Nothin' but pain, stuck in this game, searchin' for Fortune and Fame

The one thing we all adore, something we're dyin' for
Nothin' but pain, stuck in this game, searchin' for Fortune and Fame
 
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